about a month ago. walking down the strip with my fat, drunk obnoxious loud mouth buddy who yells at these 2 blonds across the street followed by 2 spaniards with leather jackets who come flying across the street to ask 'wtf did you say!?' Did my best to defuse this, couldnt bargain with these guys they were on me like flies on shit. Fat loudmouth engages with one of them and gets KTFO brutally and briefly boot fucked with pointed aladdin shoes until I jumped in and got one of them good in the eye while the other came from beside me and bashed my nose in followed by me stumbling and landing on one hand and twisting my thumb. Composed myself for a second got a single leg on the guy who hit me had him on his back then got another kick in the face by his compadre at that point I was bleeding like a stuck pig couldn't see anything except flashlights and cherries from the cops then it was all over. I was wasted mind you..
Look over and my 320lb partner is still KO'd with his face gently crimped against the curb in a dark pool of blood while cops+ambulace are assisting him and asking me questions about what happened.
This all went down in about 30 seconds. I went out that night with the intention of picking up a smelly skank and had no intentions of fighting whatsoever since im too old for that and unfortunately ended up fighting 2 guys at once, getting my nose broken, a sprained thumb and ruining my fav shirt. All because the person I decided to hang out with that night decided to bring out his dream world alter ego that got him KO'd. That fat fucking idiot, when I sobered up I wanted to rip his throat out. This was my first altercation in years, Street fights are so overrated, everybody loses in the end.
